After a long search, Glorfindel finally found who he sought. Erestor sat on the overhang of the house, peering at small celebration below. “You are hard to find.”
“Who said I wanted to be found?” Erestor watched Glorfindel reveal a smashed clump of leaves. “What is that?” he asked. As Glorfindel slid closer and lifted it above them, Erestor laughed and shook his head. “No, Fin.”
“Oh, come on, you have to.”
“On the contrary,” argued Erestor as he backed his way up against the chimney, but Glorfindel pursued. He bowed his head, and Erestor turned away.
“Fine.” Glorfindel pitched the mistletoe off the roof. “Be that way.”
They sat in silence, until—
“Glorfindel.”
“Hmm?”
“Kiss me.”
“...really?”
“Better hurry before I change my mind.”
Author's Chapter Notes:
Glorfindel, Erestor